The man's voice was too sticky and lingering, Lan Xianshu frowned, stretched out her hand from the quilt, and pushed the man's face farther away.

The woman's small white hand was attached to the man's face, and the palm of her hand covered the man's lips.

The man pouted and placed the kiss in her palm.

The warm touch burned the woman's palm, and the itchy woman immediately withdrew her hand, rolled her eyes, and glared at him.

The man smiled triumphantly.

He liked to like this day, he woke up very early, and when she turned over and left him, he woke up in a daze, blinking at a small lump not far away.

At that time, my brain was sticky and blank.

His gaze stayed on her back, as if it was a dream, so real.

God knows how much he misses the days when he could see her when he opened his eyes.

And now, is it a dream?

Raising his hand, his fingers gently poked her back.

The snow-white back was so warm, warm that the temperature ran down his fingertips, all the way to his eyes, warming his tears.

Licking her dry lips, she carefully reached out her hand, her fingers gently running through her long hair and her neck socket.

Then she rolled over so skillfully and slipped into his arms with a grunt.

She had lost so much weight that her collarbone was almost entirely bulging.

But she is still her, still his Lan Xianshu, and still the woman he has been thinking about for three years.

He just locked himself in his arms like that, locked her inside, and then looked at her face, as if he could never get enough of it, and kept watching.

She belonged to him, and now he didn't want to give her freedom, so he drew a circle like this, and then locked her in and locked her in his own world all the time.

Lan Xianshu sat up with the quilt in her arms, looked around the room, and began to look for her clothes.

The man was not honest, moved behind her, stretched out his hand, and wrapped the quilt into his arms.

His chest was pressed against her back.

Her chin rested in her shoulder socket and her breath was warm.

"I don't want to get up, I want to hold you all the time."

The woman didn't move, but let him hold it.

After a while, the man wrapped his arms around her and tightened them.

"Shu'er, is it good to separate from that man, I don't like him."

When the man said this, he looked so aggrieved, as if a primary school student had been wronged and went home to complain.

The woman turned her face to look at him.

The warm face pressed against the man's forehead.

"Let's not separate in the future, okay, you can open the restaurant if you want, you can do whatever you want, just don't leave my sight, okay?"

I'm starting to think about negotiating conditions.

The woman ignored him.

The woman ignored it, and the man completely regarded it as connivance, rubbed it, and continued.

"It's good for you to move here, this is our home, a house without you is not a home, it's like an ice cellar, I still like your temperature."

The woman was still silent.

"When do you say we're going to get the certificate, give you a grand proposal, okay, you won't refuse me, if you refuse, I'll be very shameless, by the way, if you propose, you want a ring, do you want to pick it yourself or I'll prepare......"

The men said a lot, and planned their future as enthusiastically as they had three years ago.

Three years ago, the ring she was waiting for, the marriage proposal, and then the grand wedding men all thought of it, but, why, she wanted to cry......

"Ah Chen......"

The man's index finger pressed against her lips.